Underwater Stampede

Описание: Hi! Welcome to my channel. All songs here are a collaboration between my subconscious, my conscious, and two types of AI. In short, they are dream songs. I've kept dream journals since 2002. I use ChatGPT to select the dreams and create genre prompts. I edit the lyrics and genres myself to get things right and I use Suno to make the songs. I've created about 20-30 songs per year of dream journaling. I'll slowly be adding them here. I hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:

[Intro: soft synth swell + airy chimes, train-track rhythm building underneath]

A hum of wheels, a highway blur,
the three of us drifting through motion.

[Verse 1: shimmering synth pads]

We board a train that sails the asphalt,
silver rails through morning heat.
A house appears above the highway—
a bridge of rooms, a life complete.
Windows watching traffic split
as if the owners choose the flow,
pool on one side, kitchen on the other—
a life built where the borders go.

A waterpark appears like neon,
lifeguards waving from the sun,
and Mightry presses to the window
asking where this story’s run.

[Chorus: wide, glowing, euphoric]

🎵 Underwater stampede,
hear the oceans breathe and roar.
Dolphins dancing, whales ascending,
elephants in liquid chore.
I point them out to Mightry—
“Look, they’re running through the sea!”
But I wonder in the afterglow:
did the dream run wild… or was it just CGI to me?

[Verse 2: rhythmic arpeggios, deeper pulse]

The train dives under waves like magic,
blue light trembling on our skin.
Herds of creatures surge beside us—
a stampede where worlds begin.
Trunks and flippers, tails and thunder,
swimming forward in parade,
and Mightry’s eyes go wide with wonder
at the world our window made.

Then up again into a tunnel
with a ceiling green as spring,
butterflies like falling confetti—
every color on the wing.

[Chorus: brighter, more celestial]

Underwater stampede,
all the borders disappear.
Where the mammals meet the moonlight,
and the heart forgets its fear.
“Was that real?” I ask myself—
a little foolish, maybe free.
The world is big enough for doubt,
and big enough for mystery.

[Bridge: soft, introspective, warm]

Surfacing into a gift shop glow,
Mitsuo calling on the phone,
Mayumi asking what he wants—
he laughs and says, “udon.”
Mightry finds it on the shelf,
smiles and adds, “They’ve got soba here… and ramen too.”
Small moments grounded in the wonder,
threaded through the dream we grew.

[Final Chorus: soaring, layered vocals]

Underwater stampede,
racing through the memory.
Dolphins shimmer, whales go weightless,
elephants swim gracefully.
And even as the doubt comes drifting,
I know what the moment gave:
a family held in shared amazement,
riding light beneath the waves.

[Outro: slow fade of synths, soft splash echoes]

Real or not—
the wonder stays.